*Ian talks smack*
Awwww yeah.
Lost Prophets y'all, comin back at you all second time with a second run.
And its like that.
This is goin out to all the jelous and p***y a** b*****s, talkin s**t behind our backs.
F**k you b***h, I don't know who you are and all your names, but you know man, you know who the f**k you are.
Yeah, don't be scared baby. Its all real this time. Like the last time but ten-fold.
Sittin at home, lookin, "how come he's so good? How some all my bitches fancy him?"
Ah s**t man, some of us got it and some of us ain't.
You know how it is.
Yeah, What up to my boyz. I can see you.....
We got everything, the beats, the rhymes, guitar.
And...... Stoppin us.
Are you ready for the second comin?
Bring it in.
"To make the record go, to make the record go, just go"
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